The Spark That Started Windforged

Sometimes fantasy is the only way to tell the truth,

It didn’t start with a world of magic or rebellion. It started with me, sitting in the ashes of my own story and trying to make sense of everything I thought I knew. The kind of night where your thoughts hum louder than the world around you, and the only thing that feels solid is the page.

I was looking for a way to process a truth that shattered the foundation of who I was. And writing was the only way I knew how to do that.

I wasn’t plotting an epic. I was trying to understand myself through all the broken pieces and glimpses of answers I’d never actually be able to hear.

I grew up with stories. Some beautiful, some half told. And for most of my life, I thought I knew where I came from. But piece by piece, those stories began to unravel.

Adoption. Secrets. The people I thought were mine, and the ones I never got to know.

At eighteen, I discovered truths that changed everything; about my family, my identity, my place in the world.

And years later, after my mum died in 2021, more truths unraveled. The kind that leave you breathless and bewildered. The kind that force you to look in the mirror and ask…

Who am I really, if the story I’ve been told isn’t true?

I found my dad. I started piecing together the fragments and making sense of the mess. But I also realised there were things I could only process through fiction.

Because sometimes, when the truth is too sharp to hold, you have to reshape it into something beautiful, or at least, something you can survive.

That’s where Windforged began.

Where The Truth Becomes Myth

I didn’t want to write a memoir. I wanted to write a myth.

One that could hold all the questions I was too afraid to ask out loud, or that had answers I would never hear.

What if your heritage wasn’t what you’d been told?
What if the power you’d spent your life searching for was already inside you, waiting to be claimed.
What if the truth, no matter how painful, could still set you free?

So I built a world where the bloodlines were fractured, the history rewritten, and the truth buried under centuries of silence. A realm where legacy is both curse and compass.

And at its heart, a girl discovering she was never just ordinary.

The Story Beneath The Story

Windforged became (is becoming?) more than a fantasy. It is a way to hold grief in one hand and hope in the other. A story about identity, belonging, and the quiet rebellion of choosing who you’ll become, even when the world insists on telling you who you are.

It’s not my story, not exactly. But it carries its bones. Every lie that needed to break. Every truth that demanded light. Every version of myself I had to meet along the way.

Every author has a spark. A single truth they can’t stop circling.
Windforged is mine.

The story that helped me make peace with the pieces of myself I never thought I’d find.

Welcome to the world that rose from the ashes.
Where magic runs deep, bloodlines run darker, and every choice forges who we become.